For years, I've wondered about the notion of "only the good die young". In my life, I've known amazingly good people who have died too young. (One of whom, I'll be remembering very soon on December 15.)
Why is it that the "bad" outlast the good? And how do we know if there is a hell?
I think I figured it out.
The "good" die young to leave the "bad" behind. And hell is having to live out life without their presence. Hell isn't fire and brimstone and demons and pointy tails. It's the constant questions of "why them and not me?" It's "what's wrong with me, that they never stay?" "If I'm so great, so amazing, so strong, why am I always the one left behind? What did I do wrong and how can I fix it?"
The fact that those answers are never given is hell. You will die never having those answers.
That's the definition of hell.
Who knew that one of my favorite blonde jokes would, indeed, be my greatest undoing...
"How do you keep a blonde in suspense?"
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The musings of my inner 3-year old. You'll see, however, that she tends to have a rather adult vocabulary. But, please do not confuse her verbal prowess for mature understanding of the world. She is as naive and she is simple. She is as impulsive as she is inclined to see everything and, more often than not, everyone she loves and holds dear through rose-tinted lenses. She can be as easily broken as Neker glass, and as stubborn as a mule.
About this blog...
For many years now, miscellaneous people have told me to write a book, a collection of short stories or to publish my blogs and thoughts. Starting with Mrs. Paris in 8th grade to my friend, Shawn Charton, who is publishing his own collection, I've toyed with the idea, but never put anything formally together.
Consider this my manuscript in the making.
Read, muse, comment and enjoy.
Consider this my manuscript in the making.
Read, muse, comment and enjoy.
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